The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-disassembled satellite dishes are scattered across the icy surface of a massive, frozen lake, reflecting the pale morning sunlight... Like, the air's super cold and crisp, and I can see my breath misting in front of me. The stillness is almost surreal, except for a low-pitched, eerie hum coming from the center of the lake, where a Soviet-era Buran space shuttle is somehow buried, with its landing gear and cockpit partially exposed above the ice. Uh, water from the surrounding frozen lake is slowly flowing upwards, coating the shuttle's exposed surfaces with a layer of shimmering, crystalline ice.